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Hey Jihadis

So sorry this is not the site you were probably looking for. I have analytic software which lists who visits here by what search terms are used.

Still, make yourself at home. Please take a load off, provided it does not go boom. I find you guys somewhat distasteful, but I'll give you a pat on the back (if you are not wearing one of those special vests) for your equality in suicide operations.

It is refreshing to see that in this one action, you actually allow females to participate. How very early 20th century of you all. . .

Category: DLI

Here is the post where I piss off the Marine Corps. But I promise this story is entirely true, to the best of my ability. Back in language school, when I was junior enlisted, I was Leading Seaman. It was a glorious job that mostly entailed being loud, setting a good example, and pt’ing the guys. All of which I did.

We ran out of room in the Navy barracks, so I ended up in the Marine barracks. 65 Sailors and myself for a year. It was great, I reported in to our leadership when there was a problem, which was rare, if ever. I got the older guys together and convinced them that we could handle all problems in-house. No one was to go directly to the quarterdeck with an issue without at least giving us the opportunity to solve it first.

It worked well. We had all sorts of challenges, from guys who would not clean their room, to those who were failing their language. We had harassment (mild at best) and the usual beefs you might expect to find. But we had brotherhood. I heard for years after, that the Marine barracks was the high point for a lot of guys at DLI.

I encouraged everyone to keep their doors open. And we all went on beach runs once a week in addition to our usual pt. Of course, some guys conveniently disappeared when the beach run popped. . .

Living in the Marine barracks, we got to know a lot of the Marines and we even had some of them join in on our beach runs. One of them sat at our table one day for breakfast before class. And as he struggled to tear open a banana, he said (no joke): Monkeys always make it look so easy!

We did not say anything at first. We knew we had been given a great gift that day. That a seemingly innocuous comment by a Marine private would be repeated for months.